Shoes Off

The sortof sequel to Milk. The main character is supposedly the same, though being as critical as I am, I can’t help but notice some differences. However, the next entry or whatever you choose to call it, links it all together.I scowled.
“I hope you know how much I despise this treatment.” I had said.. no, snarled.
“Oh, you’ve made it very clear.” She’d said, smiling slightly at my distress.
“I don’t see why we have to go through this.” I’d groaned.
“Shoes off.” She’d said, ignoring me. She scanned my shoes, before dropping them in the bag. “You may go through to see your father now.”
I pulled a face. “Is he any more pleased to see me than last time?”
A sympathetic smile had crossed her face, and she’d pulled me into a sudden, close, hug. “Your father loves you, you know.” She’d disappeared, and for the next ten minutes I had sat there, working up the courage to enter.
I stepped forwards. The shadows seemed to pull away from me as I knocked on the large wooden door to the office.
“Come in.” Said my father. I entered, noting his facial expression as he realised it was me. “How many times have I told you NOT to interrupt me when I’m working?” He stormed.
“Father, you agreed that I’d come here weeks ago. We had a deal.” I said.
“I have no recollection of this, and I’m busy. Out.” He said, impersonal as always.
I frowned. So much for love. There wouldn’t be a next time I suffered this humiliation. I would cut him out of my life, just as mother had done to me.


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